Page 101 of Dark Sold Mate

“God, I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too. Now take me home. I believe we have socialized enough for the day.”

Silas grinned. “Tired?”

“Exhausted. And I would like to have you all to myself.” Her cheeks tinged red. “I have plans for you, Alpha.”

“Plans, huh?”

“Very special plans,” Elle affirmed in a low voice.

They said their goodbyes and left Sara in charge, and as soon as they walked into their house, Elle pushed him against the wall, her mouth finding his in a kiss that was all heat, need, and barely restrained desire.

Silas kissed her back, with just as much passion, his hands wandering all over her body, rediscovering each curve, every change pregnancy had made. Her breasts were fuller and more sensitive. Her hips were slightly broadened. And she had that lovely bump in her stomach that told the world that she was carrying his child.

“Bedroom,” Silas said between kisses. “Now.”

By the time they got to the bedroom, Elle was completely naked, and so was Silas. Elle gently pushed him to the bed and crawled into his lap. “I want you.”

“You have me,” he gripped her hips. “Always.”

He pushed up his hips until only the head of his cock was inside her. He tried to take it slowly, but Elle rolled her hips against him.

“Silas, I swear to God, if you’re going to treat me like a piece of glass, I will murder you in your sleep.”

“You’re pregnant. Do not want to harm you, or our child.”

“The pack healer told us that we could have sex the way we want to. Especially at this stage in my pregnancy.” She leaned forward and nipped at his ear. “So, fuck me like you mean it.”

“Elle—”

She tightened her inner muscles around him, and whatever restraint Silas was holding on to disappeared into thin air.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Then die happy,” Elle smirked, then gasped as Silas surged up and flipped their positions, putting her beneath him.

“You want me to stop holding back?” Silas asked, his voice rough with desire, love and need. “You sure about that?”

“Yes, totally sure.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his ass. “Give me everything, Silas. All of you.”

So, Silas did. He thrust himself deep into her with long strokes that made Elle gasp and arch beneath him. Gone was the tender, tentative care he had been using ever since she told him she was pregnant. It was replaced by pure primal passion.

“Fuck, you are so wet. You feel so good,” he groaned, his balls slapping against her ass. “So perfect. So mine.”

“Yours,” Elle whimpered. “Always yours.”

Silas dropped his hand lower and gave her ass a quick spank that caused her to scream. Her nails tore into his back, leaving marks that he would wear proudly.

Skin slapped against skin, the sound interrupted only by their gasps and moans.

“Harder, “ Elle demanded, and Silas complied, increasing his pace until they were both panting.

He slipped a hand between their bodies, finding that bundle of nerves that always drove Elle wild. She cried out, her inner walls clenching around him in a way that made Silas’s eyes roll back.

“That is it. Let go, love. I’ve got you.”

“Not yet,” Elle gasped. “Want you with me. Want us to come together.”